Best Ploughman Poems

“The day is long the day is hot 
Heat radiates the air will this ever stop
Sweat blurs my vision my mouth is dry 
I look for salvation but not a cloud in the sky

I plough from sunrise to sunset but rarely will I rest 
Ploughing...

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This time of trouble so torn by terror,
time of deep darkness and all-devouring death,
this time of woe, high wages and much wenching
is no time for pleasant pastorals and praises.
I wander weary this winding way and wonder
what future ills befall our faltering folk.
Lady Favour fools high...

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Ploughing 

The farmer has ploughed the land around the almond trees
 the earth is rust red I took up a handful it was lumpy, full
 of dead plants and still warm from the sun.
A breeze was blowing shaking dust of trees and upending 
parasols in...

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